Power Mage

by Hondo Jinx

  “Why, indeed,” Sage said. She stood there nibbling a fingernail for a second, staring through Brawley, clearly lost in thought. Then her hand dropped from her mouth, and her blue eyes went huge behind the lenses of her glasses. Sage was a pale girl—probably both from her natural complexion and from spending too much time inside reading books, Brawley figured—but what little color she had drained from her awestruck face, leaving her white as milk. “How old are you?”

  “Twenty-three.”

  Sage laughed nervously, frowned, glanced at Nina, who looked just as clueless as Brawley felt, then swung her eyes back to Brawley. When she spoke, she sounded both excited and frightened. “I am curious. What is your birthday?”

  “January 9th.”

  Sage let out a shuddering breath. “That is remarkable.”

  Nina popped off the table and hurried over. In unison, she and Brawley asked, “What?”

  Sage didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes flicked side to side. She stood there wringing her hands, mumbling to herself, clearly wrestling with her thoughts. “Pure conjecture… but the date… the sphere, the power…”

  Watching her, Brawley remembered Nina talking about how Seekers were a little crazy. Right now, Sage looked nuttier than a five-pound fruit cake.

  Sage quit mumbling, nodded, and lifted her chin to stare in Brawley’s eyes for a second. She bit her lip and then turned to Nina. “We might be standing on the brink of a big discovery. A huge discovery, in fact.”

  “What are you talking about?” Nina asked.

  “The evidence suggests,” Sage said, then broke off, laughing and shaking her pretty head. “Okay, I shouldn’t really call it evidence, but…”

  Sage went to a desk heaped in books and papers. Shoving a stack of yellowed newspapers aside, she pulled a landline phone from the clutter. She picked up the receiver, held it to her ear, and pushed a button. Then she stood there, chewing a fingernail and shimmying back and forth like she needed to pee.

  “Michael, it’s Sage. I’m taking an early lunch, okay? Yes, I’m still here, but pretend I’m not, okay? Thank you.”

  Turning back toward Brawley and Sage, she said, “We have to check. I must know the truth.”

  Brawley and Nina exchanged confused looks.

  Sage crossed the room to the door, threw the bolt, and turned to face them.

  “Take off your clothes, please, Brawley,” Sage said, and started unbuttoning her blouse.

  9

  “Hold on now,” Brawley said, watching as the slender blond librarian opened her blouse, revealing a long, lean, small-breasted body too feminine to be called athletic. His original impression still rang true as she dropped the blouse to the ground, standing before him in only heels, the tight black miniskirt, and a lacy white bra; Sage was built for the catwalk.

  Which was hot. And his dick was responding. Big time. Ever since getting with Nina, his body had coursed with vitality, and even after a night of nearly constant sex, he’d been hornier than a three-peckered billy goat all day.

  But that was only his body. And he hadn’t been kidding when he’d told Nina he loved her. He wasn’t about to ruin what he had with Nina, even if Sage looked like a super model and sexy librarian all rolled into one. Right now, Sage was bent at the waist with one hip cocked, both hands fiddling at the small of her back, unzipping the miniskirt.

  With effort, Brawley dragged his eyes from this gorgeous lunatic and turned to Nina.

  Who, he was shocked to see, had already peeled off her tank top. Her magnificent breasts wobbled as she unzipped her shorts. “What are you waiting for, cowboy? You heard the girl.”

  “I take it you’re okay with this,” he said. He didn’t know exactly what was happening here, but it seemed like Sage wanted to do more than reorganize the card catalog. Part of him—most of him—wanted Nina to say yes. But another part—the loving, fiercely possessive part of him that had come so powerfully to life in the night—remained concerned that doing something with Sage might change things between them. Brawley was far from timid, but he’d been laid enough to know that love was worth more than even the finest piece of ass in the universe.

  “Yeah,” Nina said. “I don’t really know what she has in mind, but it sounds like she’s trying to figure out something about you. Something huge. She never exaggerates, so it must be a really big deal. I trust her. You should, too.”

  “I think she wants me to do more than trust her,” Brawley said. Glancing at Sage, he saw her coming their way dressed only in heels, lacy white panties, a matching bra, and her sexy-ass glasses.

  “Well, I hope she wants to do a lot more,” Nina said. She popped onto her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss. Her firm cleavage brushed across his arm. “Don’t worry. Whatever this is, it’s not going to change what we have.”

  “So says the girl that laughed when I said I love her,” Brawley said.

  Nina rolled her eyes. “Didn’t you hear me tell Sage the same thing? I love you, too. Okay? It just felt weird saying it. And let’s just get everything out in the open.” She reached up to hold his face in her hands, and her mismatched eyes stared deep into his. “I’m not looking for an open relationship. You are my man—the only man I want. But if Sage wants to play with us, I’m fine with that. More than fine. Whatever happened between us last night, Brawley, it changed me, changed us, bound us in some deep, psionic way. Don’t make me tell you everything I feel right now, okay?”

  Nina laughed. “It’s embarrassing. I’m supposed to be tough and independent, jaded even, and all I want to do is make you happy. Enough, enough. I don’t want to say anything else, okay? If you’re not comfortable with this situation, fine, but I am, and I need you to know that no matter what happens here, I am yours and yours alone for as long as you’ll have me.”

  Brawley nodded.

  Nina pulled the pistol from his waistband and set it on a cart of books. Then she grabbed his erection, and a playful grin lit her face. “Now quit playing bashful and get out of these clothes, cowboy.”

  Brawley laughed and leaned in to kiss her. Nina gripped his face in her hands and kissed him with wild passion, her tongue busy in his mouth, her breath going ragged. He could feel her urgency.

  Together, they stripped off his clothes as Sage stood there watching. “Oh,” the librarian said, and her eyes bulged, staring at his manhood. “Your penis is rather large.”

  Nina laughed. “It’s a good thing you’re so hot, Sage, because your game is lame. ‘Your dick is so huge’ sounds better.”

  “Semantics,” Sage said. “Take off your panties but leave on your stockings and boots. They are strangely appealing.”

  “Really?” Nina said, looking down at herself and shimmying out of her tiny black panties. Her incredible body was stark naked save for her garter belt, fishnet stockings, and combat boots.

  “Yes,” Brawley said, “really.” His dick was harder than Chuck Norris.

  “Thanks, babe,” Nina said. “Okay, Sage, what is this all about?”

  “Searching for the truth,” Sage said.

  “In that case, you came to the right place,” Nina said, grabbing Brawley by the shaft. “Because let me tell you, this is the truth.”

  “Please kneel down and put his penis in your mouth,” Sage said. She held one skinny forearm across her narrow waist, just above the pronounced hip bones. The other hand raised to her lips, where she chewed a nail, watching with keen interest as Nina lowered her knees to the floor.

  Holding him in both hands, Nina positioned her lips inches from his throbbing member. “I’m not doing it unless you tell me right.”

  Sage rolled her eyes. “Don’t be childish, Nina. This is serious business. I don’t want to reveal my hypothesis—there is too much circumstantial evidence involved—but if my suspicions prove correct, we are about to make an historic discovery. Now, do your part so that I can study your auras as you fellate him.”

  “Fellate?” Nina laughed. “You make it sound like I’m blowing
up a balloon. And I’m not blowing anything until you say it right.”

  “Fine,” Sage sighed, brushing the air with an impatient get-on-with-it gesture. “Suck his dick, Nina. Okay? Suck his huge cock, you filthy slut. Better?”

  “Much,” Nina said, and plunged her warm mouth over the swollen head of his manhood. It was too big and thick for her to fit more than a few inches in her mouth but not for a lack of trying.

  “Interesting,” Sage said. “Very interesting indeed.”

  “Yeah, it is,” Brawley said, looking back and forth between the two women.

  Nina looked impossibly hot kneeling below him, eyes closed, lips stretched tight around his girth as her head bobbed up and down. Her tits looked incredible, and Sage was right about the stockings and boots. There was something oddly sexy about the combination—though nothing could be sexier than Nina’s soft moans and the wet sounds coming from where her free hand worked feverishly between her legs.

  The scene quickened something in Brawley, that part of him that had first manifested the previous night. He felt not just powerful but dominant, and it excited him, looking down at his beautiful woman serving him on her knees.

  “I am going to touch both of you now,” Sage said, and her weird clinical announcement was surprisingly sexy in juxtaposition to Nina’s unbridled passion.

  Sage stepped close. She settled one hand on the back of Nina’s bobbing head, and the fingertips of her other hand pressed lightly into Brawley’s abdomen just above his appendectomy scar.

  “Most fascinating,” Sage said, as if the three of them were gathered around a microscope instead of acting out a scene from some library fetish flick. “Nina, your aura is much stronger than it used to be.”

  “Mmhm,” Nina agreed, still going at it.

  “And your psi score has risen,” Sage said, her voice incredulous.

  “Mmhm?” Nina repeated, this time with an inquisitive inflection.

  “This shouldn’t be possible,” Sage said. “For as long as I’ve known you, your score has been 140. But somehow it has risen ten percent to 154.”

  Nina popped her mouth free. “Fuck yeah,” she panted. “I told you he’d done something to me. 154 is high, right?”

  Sage nodded, looking amazed. “Fewer than one psi mage in 2700 have a score that high. That means you’re more powerful than all but a few hundred psi mages in the United States.”

  “Sweet,” Nina said, and started sucking Brawley again.

  “Your auras have bound,” Sage said, her voice trembling with awe. “Wherever they intersect, your energies have braided together. Just as they would if…”

  Sage stepped back and jerked down her lacy, white panties. “I have to know the truth,” she said, untangling her heels from the panties. “Brawley, please insert your penis in my vagina.”

  Brawley laughed.

  So did Nina, though her laughter was muffled at first. She popped her mouth free and said, “You know the drill, sister. If you want my man to do you, say it right.”

  Sage gave an exasperated sigh. “This isn’t the time for games, Nina. We might be on the verge of an incredible discovery, and the only way to determine the truth is for Brawley to insert his—”

  “No,” Nina interrupted. “If you want it, say—”

  “Fuck me, Brawley,” Sage said, not putting much into it. “Please fuck me with your huge cock. Okay?”

  “Works for me,” Brawley said, moving forward.

  “Now, what would be the most efficient way to do this?” Sage wondered aloud, raising a knuckle to her pretty lips.

  “To hell with that,” Nina said. “This is fucking, not calculus.”

  She grabbed her skinny friend by the arm, dragged her across the room, and bent her over the table facing away from Brawley. Nina positioned her with her hands on the table and her feet spread apart, as if Sage was about to be frisked and cuffed alongside a cop car.

  Brawley watched, surging with desire. It was all he could do not to snort like a bull.

  Nina slapped Sage’s pretty bottom. “Now stick out that pretty little ass of yours and get ready for the biggest dick of your life.”

  Sage bent her knees a little, lowering her tight little ass and pushing it out. “I am prepared.”

  Nina propped one leg onto the table, fingering herself wetly as she watched them with gleaming eyes. “Fuck her, Brawley,” she panted.

  Brawley grabbed Sage’s ass in both hands. He was an ass man and loved Nina’s juicy peach of a bottom, but as far as smaller asses went, Sage’s was perfect, high and tight and muscular but still beautifully curved. It was the ass of a Victoria’s Secret model.

  He growled with appreciation, then ran his hands up her sides, over the rumble strips of her prominent ribs. Apparently, Sage wasn’t ticklish because she didn’t so much as giggle. He moved in close behind her, pinning his throbbing erection between his abdomen and her ass, and reached around to fill his hands with her breasts. He could feel the shape of her small, firm mounds through the lacy fabric, but he didn’t want to just feel the shape of them. He wanted to touch her flesh.

  He shoved his fingers under the bra. Her tits were small and firm, the nipples tiny and hard.

  “Please insert your penis,” Sage said, her voice sounding almost conversational. “I am very excited to learn the truth.”

  “I’ll show you the truth,” he said. Standing straight, he reached between her legs.

  For all of Sage’s robotic matter-of-factness, her sex was swollen and soaked with excitement. Whether that excitement was due to him or her curiosity, he didn’t give a damn.

  Because he decided there and then to fuck the composure straight out of this businesslike librarian.

  He gave her tight ass three good slaps with his hardness then shoved it straight into her wet mound, burying his entire length in her slick channel, which gripped him tightly.

  “Oh!” Sage cried out, and the surprise in her voice and hitch in her breath spurred him on, stoking the dominant beast swelling within him.

  He drew back his hips and slammed them forward, and Sage cried out again. “Your penis is quite large.”

  Brawley grabbed a handful of her long, golden hair, twisted it around his grip, and hauled back like it was a bull rope.

  Sage yelped with surprise.

  Brawley started slamming away, pounding this beautiful, casually aloof beauty with every inch of his manhood. Neither one of them had an ounce of fat on their bodies, and when their flesh met, it slapped crisply together. With every pounding thrust, Brawley plunged deep, burying his throbbing pole in her tight sex. And with ever slap of their flesh, Sage cried out. Soon she was breathing hard, then panting, then grunting and growling in a most undignified manner.

  It was a huge turn-on, breaking her out of her clinical nature, bringing out the human in her, and Brawley would have surrendered to the dominant beast swelling within him and started pounding even harder, but then something happened—something so surprising that it hauled his attention away from breaking this gorgeous supermodel.

  His dick was glowing again. His dick and balls and abdomen. And so were Sage’s loins.

  He was feeling with her what he had felt when Nina opened his strand, only the sensation of burgeoning euphoria was even more intense this time. A second later, he understood why.

  Nina’s moaning was the only clue he needed.

  He glanced at his love. Nina was transfixed with pleasure—head thrown back, mouth open, eyes shut—trembling as she clamped both hands over her pulsing sex.

  Watching her, he felt a staggering surge of affection, possessiveness, and pure, unbridled, white-hot lust.

  And that’s when he realized why the incredible sensation spreading away from his union with Sage was so powerful. He could feel Nina, too!

  Apparently, Nina could feel him as well. “Yes,” she groaned. “Oh, yes. That’s incredible. Oh you feel so good, Brawley. And Sage, you feel amazing.”

  “As do you,” Sage said, he
r voice choppy from the hard fucking Brawley continued to give her. “I can feel you both. It is quite unusual.”

  “Fuck us, Brawley,” Nina begged. “Fuck us hard, babe.”

  Releasing Sage’s hair, Brawley seized her narrow hips and threw his back into it, pounding away savagely as the pulsing energy spread, flooding all three of their bodies with rapturous energy.

  Brawley laughed, drunk on happiness and this unbelievable surge of power. His energy had somehow bound to the psionic essence of both women, and once again, feelings of affection and protectiveness and dominance rose in him, magnifying his emotions toward Nina and hauling Sage into his heart as well.

  Which made no sense, of course.

  He’d just met Sage. Didn’t know her at all. And she was an odd girl. It wasn’t possible that he—

  Brawley laughed again, crushing those weak-ass objections. He adored this sexy librarian, and she was his now. His and his alone forever. They had all the time in the world to get to know each other.

  With every crisp slap of his flesh against hers, this warmth and excitement grew stronger.

  “Most unusual,” Sage’s shaky voice stuttered. “Most pleasurable. Something is—uhn!”

  “Yes!” Nina gasped.

  A tidal wave of psionic energy blasted through their bodies burst from their heads. Rivers of power flowed through the threesome, connecting their minds and loins.

  This time, Brawley could see the crackling strands, which braided together two distinct energies, one bright red, the other brilliant yellow.

  “Oh my damn!” Nina cried, and Sage chimed in with an uncharacteristic yodel of wordless elation that somehow managed to voice the joy, lust, power, and wonderment coursing through the trio.

  Then Sage thrust hard with her mind, pouring her psionic vitality into them. The yellow strand flashed with blinding brightness, and Brawley roared as a fracture in his mind blasted wide open.

  Their bodies fucked madly as their minds slammed together in a thoughtless mosh pit of pleasure and power until the threesome cried out as one, vaporized by a nuclear explosion of mutual orgasm.